This story is one of the most disturbing and well documented ghost stories in recent past.
It features the aparition of an evil ghostly Clown, with the name of Zozzaby.
After some investigation on my side and looking through the old electoral registers, scanning
many old documents in an attempt to throw some light on the mystery, I discovered that
in the early 1900, at the very house where the laughing clown puts in a supernatural
appearance, there lived a Chzechoslovakian Circus entertainer named Freddy Zozzaby.
The name Zozzaby is derived from teh chzech word Zozaby, meaning big nose.
Fred Zozzaby's Trademark was his naturally overlarge nose.
He performed in Circuses of the edwardian era, from the 1950's to the present day, the
Ghost of this Clown has been seen in a certain area of Liverpool, Where Frederick Zozzaby
commited suicide.
He seems to have a strange liking for waking children in the middle of the night, and blocking
of their escape route by standing in the doorway, as he roars with laughter and points at his
petrified pray.
A sweet smell, which has been identified as embalming fluid, is always present when the
ghost of Zozzaby appears to us humans.
Sometimes even an aura has been seen around the creepy clown.
What you are about to hear is the report of Thomas, who was with his little 5 year old
brother Arron, at the time this wicked story took place.
It was very late night, me and my brother Aaron were awakened in our bunk beds, by the
sounds of terrifying echoing laughter.
i looked down from my bed and saw a strange man dressed as a clown in one piece suite
with large buttons on.
He wore a pointy cone head.
What stood out most about this apparition was the grotesque and heavily painted face
of the clown. he had large black holes where his eyes were supposed to be.
His nose was crooked and red and there was a shimmering curtain of phosphorus light sourrounding
the figure.
The Clown held his left white gloved hand hand on his belly and the other hand pointed
at me and my brother, as the clown rocked back and forth.
his laughter echoing as if he was in a cavern.
We were not able to make it for an immediate escape from the room, because the ghost was
technically blocking the door.
Aaron was yelling for mother, but his cries for help were left unanswered.
Instead I decided to slowly climb down from my bunk and comfort my little brother.
At this point, both of us could smell the sickly sweet stifling aroma, that was filling
the room.
I went and shouted for our parents as loud as I could, but for some mysterious reason
mother and father never heard anything.
The foul clown stopped laughing, squinted his eyes and wore a horrible serious expression
on his paint plastered face.
he pointed right at us and curled his index finger in a beckoning gesture.
But Aaron and me didn't fancy approaching the Clown to see what he wanted.
Instead I grabbed my brother by the hand, sprinted from the bed and came within inches
of the demonic clown. he screamed out an unintelligible word as we brushed past.
He tried to grab our collars, but we barely could avoid his hand.
My brother felt his large furry button on his cheek, brushing against his face as we
lunged past.
We could escape from the bedroom and ran into our parents bedroom, where I cried out about
my account of the scary outlandish looking evil man.
Our parent's naturally believed a real flesh burglar was at large in our house.
But although they could find no physical evidence of any intruder.
Our parents both detected the sharp sweet smell in our bedroom.
The same Aaron and me were noticing.
The story Ends there.
But my investigation revealed that the sweet smell was present when the dead clown appeared
in the same house almost 50 years before.
On that accation, two boys, again brothers, awoke in their beds in the early morning , so
see a man with a skeletal face and long red pointy nose laughing in the doorway of their
bedroom.
He rocked back and forth laughing and pointing at the children, just as he did in Tomases
story.
In this case the two boys also made a dash from the room and their parents went in search
of the clown, but come up on nothing in the children's bedroom except a sweet smell that
made them feel nauseous.
Not long after this incident, the father of the two boys died and was laid in an open
coffin.
The family reported that the same sweet smell, which had hung around the evil clown, was
now evident in the vicinity of the coffin.
The smell was embalming fluid.
Digging into older records of the man who was portraying the evil clown, I could find
out that he lived at the house which his Ghosts now haunts.
But unlike most Ghosts, the Clown's supernatural presence is somehow able to get around, for
Zozzaby has been seen in the houses of neighbouring streets.
In October of 2010, a 40 years old woman named kelly moved into a terraced house just 3 doors
from the house where Zozzaby lived and died.
All dating back to edwardian times.
Kelly had no idea who Zozzaby was and when she moved in to her house, she set to decorate
the living room first.
In the first night at her new house, Kelly went to bed earlier than she normally did
because she was exhausted after scraping the old wallpaper from the tall walls of the living
room.
Just as Kelly was about to drift of into the realms of sleep, she felt the mattress of
her new bed start to shake.
She wondered what could cause that affect and slowly turned.
And there.. in the semi-darkness she saw, that a man was lying next to her, on top of
the duvet and his head on the pillow.
he was facing away from her towards the bedroom door.
As she froze in fear, Kelly saw the man had on a cone-shaped hat with a rounded tip and
she could also see that the stranger was wearing a ruffled silk collar and a suite.
The man was shaking and Kelly got the strong impression that he was shaking with subdued
laughter.
Kelly rolled sideways out of the bed and fell on to the floor.
She got on her feet and ran out of the bedroom.
Down the stairs, where she turned on the hall light, before taking of the bolts of the front
door.
She opened the door and stood on the doorstep barefooted in her pyjamas,in the chilly October
night, starring in horror at the top of the stairs.
She thought she saw the shadow of the man who had been menacingly lying in her bed,
gliding along the landing for a moment.
On the fourth night at the house, Kelly slept with a bible on her bedsite cabinet.
She awoke around four AM to a sweet overpowering scent that made her feel quite ill.
She had to get up and open the windows to air the room.
I immediately thought of the embalming fluid, connected to Zozzaby's appearance.
To date, Kelly has had no further supernatural experiences in her house.
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